Lyrics:
like it's b-ball
Bullet hole like a donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin' out like I'm John
If I don't make it
I'll still be myself
If I make mistakes then
I'll blame no one else
But I'm just making these classics
Don't think I'm taking us
you relax a little I’m glad I inspire you but Abraham but why are You S mad?
Try to understand I do want you as a fan I just don’t want you to do some
of a rut
Im just doing whatever the fuck needs to be done
Still aint giving a fuck still a bit of a punk
Family falling in debt but now we gonna be living it
sits in the midst of us, yeah it's quite mysterious
No you're not delirious, I'm serious, it's clear to us
Add some crystals, gonna see gold
Then
to respond
Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
I'm not gonna fold or demise
(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
Bitch,
used to be a diamond
And now a piece of coal
Right?
That's right
It's like you get a time out
If they go right and you turnabout
The clout is making you
Put in a hard day's work, get a good nights sleep
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd
But I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
Everybody getting hurt but some never feel the pain
Keep it bottled like a rocket going up up and away
I'm just tryna get deposits and a spot up on the roster
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
famous
But notice I don't really give a shit if you know what my name is
I'm just trying to work through some shit, what you hear is the tamest
So you
until John
Popped up with I Feel Fine these
Three were Eight Days A Week, no Reply and
I'm A Loser each would
Have topped the charts
But as it is they are
spraying on this microphone
But I don't want to sit at home
Need to work so I'm not alone
It's all I love, that I know
So when the money's gone
I just make
motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel,
motel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel,
we got niggas
Way tighter than you man,you old want to be me asshole nigga, come with
Some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga
I'm
want it
Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy, then back up off me
I'm a young fly soldier, thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
old
And now got my wrist and my neck
All in that muhfuckin gold
Yeah yeah yeah
You know that we gonna keep us a heater
I'm on my way to the top
These
Some will be your favorites
But only one of us is HowToBasic
It's a bird, it's a plane
The sky's gonna fall
Psych! I'm Mary Poppins, y'all
Parachute
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
the weather
As curious as a pigeon
Searching around and around
Mask
Every morning I decide
Who I'm gonna be that day
Choose clothes
Wear makeup
Or no makeup
what's behind the facade we call life
To the 5th dimension you would never try
I think it might just be suicide
But fuck it we all gonna die one day
I'm
and wear the same clothes
Damn I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
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